Thank You!
Dear Brother Luke,

I write to you today to thank you! It has taken me a long time to understand why you did the things you did but, after today’s events I understand you where really thinking of my best interests. A good friend of mine told me recently that things happen for a reason and now I know it is true.

I couldn’t understand why you kicked me out of the basket ball team when I asked if I could leave early from training for a few weeks. I thought that any reasonable person would have understood that as I lived further away from the courts, it took me longer to get home than the others and as my Dad was away on business and my mother had to take care of my younger siblings, no one could collect me in the car. I thought that when my mum rang and explained I, a 12 year old boy, would have to catch 2 trains and walk 2 miles in the dark through deserted streets and lanes it would convinced you to reverse your hasty and publicly humiliating dismissal from the playing roster (we all know mums can be a bit over protective at times). I had expected that being one of your better players, who never missed a game and always gave 100% you, would have made an allowance.

I thought it was a type of papal sponsored religious bigotry that you gave some of the other boys who lived much closer to the training courts a ride home in your car after training. I honestly believed you did that at the time because they where Catholic like you and I was C of E. I did wonder about your vows to care for others and the way you executed your observance of you vows but, now I understand.

Despite my newly found understanding of why you acted like you did, I am still not sorry that I joined one of the opposition teams and played a key part to defeating your best side in the under 14 grand final. That victory still gives me a warm feeling of pride when I think back on the day.

As you begin the new journey in your life I hope that you will receive the rewards you so justly deserve as a resident of Long Bay Gaol. I have it on good assurance from some less than savoury characters of whom I am acquainted and who know your new cell mates that they will take special care of you. I have been told they have a special welcoming ceremony for men like you, where you will get to experience what you did to others over many years all on your first night in general population and on many more occasions over the next five and a half years.

Thank you for not offering to give me a lift so I could remain in the team, thank you for not using your position of trust against me to get me to provide you with oral pleasure and thank you for not stuffing you wizened cock into my rear end as you did to those favourite boys you drove home (at least 11 if we go by those who testified against you). Thank you for exclusively enjoying the pleasure of the flesh from young boys only of your faith and not all of those who you could so easily taken advantage of.

Thank you, for in your own way protecting me from the depraved sexual satisfaction you desired and sought out in others.

Kind regards

bad advice
(bad_advice QOTW survivor from the first trollocost!, Fri 5 Mar 2010, 2:49, 4 replies)

I clicked
through the tears
(whiskas loved by 8 out of 10 cats, Fri 5 Mar 2010, 7:16, closed)

Of joy I hope

(bad_advice QOTW survivor from the first trollocost!, Fri 5 Mar 2010, 16:00, closed)

I clicked
despite my erection.
( Noeli overtheshoulderboulderholderthingstraplatchboobs, Fri 5 Mar 2010, 9:17, closed)

I am still not sure why the bigger a parasitical cock you are
the more qualified you are for a life in the catholic church
(bad_advice QOTW survivor from the first trollocost!, Fri 5 Mar 2010, 16:01, closed)